Valkyrie | Not so Old Ben
Valkyrie could see that Ben was torn as she in how to help. They had no place to take survivors, other than through the door. Was that allowed? How would they even accomplish gathering them all together, transporting them? She was at a loss, and the man with the glow stick of power seemed just as lost.
It was probably forward, and she didn’t care. She could be more so. She slid her free hand into his, leaning ever so slightly. Support given. A slap on the back might have worked, but she’d claim limited space. “We stand out ground here. Keep it clear for the others.” It was better than nothing.
“I would like to share drinks with you.” There couldn’t be just one drink with an Asgardian involved. It was a honor thing. “Celebrate the downing of many ships.” She’d yet to let go of his hand, but it would be done and understood if they needed to fight once more.